She tasted like watermelon on a july day
pink and juicy
Mostly liquid (transparent) but full of flavor
a rosebud mouth that inhaled like I did
bitter meals of smoke from tin foil and glass
She laughed like echoes off ancient cave walls
all experience and fire
dangerous arousal from a primitive state
I gave her my greatest possession
sharing with eyes wide open
She fights without going to Geneva
***** with bricks
taking hits like a man
deep breaths of poison and still she trudges on
She smelled like gardenias inside my palms
familiar and hand-picked
infested with seeds
but all that I can recall is her on my lips;
pink and juicy
tasting like watermelon on a july day.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
She tasted like watermelon on a july day
pink and juicy
Mostly liquid (transparent) but full of flavor
a rosebud mouth that inhaled like I did
bitter meals of smoke from tin foil and glass
She laughed like echoes off ancient cave walls
all experience and fire
dangerous arousal from a primitive state
I gave her my greatest possession
sharing with eyes wide open
She fights without going to Geneva
***** with bricks
taking hits like a man
deep breaths of poison and still she trudges on
She smelled like gardenias inside my palms
familiar and hand-picked
infested with seeds
but all that I can recall is her on my lips;
pink and juicy
tasting like watermelon on a july day.
Inspired by the wonder that is my best friend and kindred spirit, Lara Lockwood.
